Harsh.
That is the word
I would use
at least,
right now,
to describe life.
It is a rusted
knife,
dripping red, and
stabbing at you.
Life is
scraped arms
and knees
brushing against
your clothing.
But I guess
I can't really use
one word.
Because Life
is also complicated,
and messy,
it is beautiful
and disgusting.
It is a contradiction,
in countless ways.
And while harsh
is a good word,
it isn't even close
to being the only word.
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My Voice
PoetryPoems meant to express things I can't always bring myself to say, emotions that run so deep in my veins, and thoughts that hang over my head. I hope you can enjoy this, or find something that makes you feel less alone at the very least. Many of thes...
